As I type this, Dwight is running around with a toy in his mouth, growling at any other feline who so much as looks in his direction.
What’s cuter than a growling kitten? NOTHING.
Phyllis gets in her daily requirement of cardboard.
“Hey! Leave some for the rest of us, wouldya?”
Dwight flops down on Fred for his nightly ear-rubbing and chin-scratching.
Pretty Phyllis.
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Previously
2008: No entry.
2007: Sweet little pink kitty toes.
2006: No entry.
2005: Love that Flossie.